Behind the restaurants in town, Sunday morning

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair surveyed the garbage cans by the back door of Ching Tai and made sure the plastic bag covering his cast was tight. "Okay, Jude. We're looking for any kind of bones. The less...um...other stuff they have on them, the better."

"Oh, I brought you a helmet to protect your head. Just in case trash falls on it or people start coming after us for digging in their trash." Blair bounced and tapped his own helmet. "Gotta be prepared for anything!"


[ooc: open for interaction. We'll be hitting up other restaurants trash too.]

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[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude took the helmet and strapped it on. Over the tuque, of course.

He nodded. "Right. Bones." He eyed the trashcans. "Dude, this is kinda manky . . ."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"If manky means smelly..." Blair took off the lid of the nearest can and stared at the remnants of food. "..then it really is."

"I guess we should just jump in. In a non-literal sense, of course." With that, Blair plunged his hand into the garbage.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh."

Jude really shouldn't be so squeamish, considering the conditions of the Stick It before it was closed for health code violations.

With a dramatic flourish, like revealing the first course of a fancy dinner, Jude pulled the lid off another can and began rifling through.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"This." Blair put his hand through some wet. "Can only." Squish. "Should really." Squelch. "Get me extra credit."

"Oh!" He pulled up something and flourished it at Jude. "Does that look like a bone?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude leaned closer, his nose wrinkling in concentration. "Uh, no, bro. Looks like exoskeleton."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Crap." Blair tossed it onto the spare trash can and dug deeper. "Man, this is a lot of food. I'm torn between being happy because it makes this job easier and wanting to set up some sort of food recycling program to benefit the homeless."

"Do we have homeless here?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Don't think so, bro," Jude replied, tugging at something promising. "Maybe those two guys who hang around in front of the Kwik Stop?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Maybe." Blair got really excited for a moment before he realized he was holding onto chopsticks and he looked over at Jude. "I should bring them a care package with food and soap and stuff."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"That sounds like a -" Whatever Jude was tugging on came loose and he held it up triumphantly - until he realised that it was a human arm.

Understandably, he screamed like a little girl.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Aaaah!" Blair screamed too, because hey...that's what you do when other people scream. In fact, there's probably a paper about that. In his geekery he forgot about being scared and leaned closer to examine the arm and rolled his eyes.

"Human arms have less screws. This a mannequin. Or part of one at least." Blair took the arm and turned it over to show the bolt sticking out to attach it to the shoulder. "Take a deep breath, man."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Jude looked sheepish. "I knew that, dude. And, uh, could you not tell 'Suna about that?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure that Setsuna and I are never going to be having a conversation that includes 'how does my boyfriend react when he finds a fake arm in a can of Chinese food trash?'" Blair grinned and held up a handful of gunk.

"Look, I found chicken bones!"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Sweet!"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair put the chicken bones inside a box he had brought along for that purpose and grinned at Jude. "So far, I'm winning on the great bone hunt of '06."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Dude," Jude replied plaintively. "I didn't know it was a contest." He grabbed the arm and brandished it at Blair. "Hey, bro, I found an arm."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Of course it's a contest!" Blair bounced. "It's a really gross one with pretty much no prize, but it's a contest."

"Dude, the arm has no bones. It doesn't count."

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

As the boys drove up to Cafe Fina, they might have seen Alfred supervising Wadsworth throwing a final bag of trash into the dumpster.

"Hello boys. What are you up to?"

_{[[I run out to be all religious now. Back soon!]]}

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude wilted and tossed the arm back into the trash. "Harsh, bro, harsh. Contests build walls, dude."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair patted Jude on the back, and sighed. "We don't have to make it a contest, man. And look, I think that's a wishbone in your trashcan."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude had already been reaching for it, holding the wishbone up triumphantly. "Dude!"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Good job, man!" Blair held out the box for the bone. "Wanna move onto another location?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude nodded, looking at his slimy hands. "Uh, yeah. All that raunchy sweet'n'sour is getting to me."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair grinned and bent down to tighten the laces on his rollerblades. He grabbed his end of the rope and grinned. "Tow on, MacDuff."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude saluted and set off, boarding slowly to avoid potholes and oversized cracks. An upright Blair was a good Blair.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

As he was being towed, Blair spied activity behind Cafe Fina. "Hang a right (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1102225.html?thread=48239505#t48239505). I've spotted trash."